Silver Creek he is beloved and he is feared

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The brute lifted his crown and ran his tongue along the pale hairs of his muzzle, collecting droplets as it went. It was only then that the devil saw the moon in his eye; the blindness was glaring at him with a sickly shimmer. Gluskap was unabashed as he took in the milky color of the sightless thing. He thought it a lovely looking specimen. Intrigued by the medical marvel of one so young, the coywolf appraised him without care. He drank in the features of the man as though he had thirsted for it for all his life. The jagged marks along the bridge of his muzzle, the searching blind orb, and the rigidity of the dusted limbs.
 
“Oh, don’t be coy,” he snickered with a curling smirk on his dark, leathery lips. “Tell me, wildling… what has become of your eye?” The devil took a step forward and drew his skull upward with no shame. His pointed features were lifted to examine the blind orb. Something in the back of his mind told him to collect it from the brute; surely, he would not miss it. As the thought took hold of him, Glu’s body became alive with the desire for it.
 
Little did he know that the brute had regretful thoughts regarding his sister. Little did he know that they shared the hooded girl – the one common piece between them – and that there had been a bond of sorts that the male had felt toward Caiaphas. It would have interested him greatly, but it was not likely to come to light.